Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

the back.

“She took a position in another county, Martha,” I said.

“She always was the one who liked to move around,” Martha said.

“Yes,” I said, “she always kept her eyes on the next town.”

Fiona stopped writing and looked toward the front window where a delivery truck was idling.

“Is that the mailman, Fiona?” I asked.

“No,” Fiona said, “it is just the continue reading …